Dancing.

I have chosen this fuchsia from my  neighbours garden as it reminds me of dancing angels (not that I have seen angels) behind bars.  The bars are a gate .  They are all at different stages of development.  The two at the front also remind me of puppets.  Throat is much, much better.  Tomorrow is another day and a short walk will do me good.  
The extra shows last year's crab apples from the Golden Hornet tree, still in 'good condition,' while a decayed one hangs from the same twig.